transforms the fibres,
each twisted stalk
of polysaccharides
into fragrant matter.
Bubbly dioxide and
four-H-carbon,
until, when the night is still
at the height of activity
of molecular generation
it creates its very own proclivity
for rapidly building,
highly explosive pressure,
which then,
by the grace of God
is released,
and felt,
rather than seen,
as a purple cloud
of gas.
Which, once smelled,
has left its confines,
the mammal’s ass.
perception forthe average manand woman,outside reality,thus I can tellwhat I can’t seeor hear,or even feel.I take imaginationany day,as utter truth.
and what was inherently wrongin a man so chipper and stronghe came in and they put him outand the nurse said he was a Krautwho had checked in quite full of doubtthen the scalpel went in too deepput the man in eternal sleepwhen the autopsy was all donethe result was that there was noneof the…
in the Australian outbackhe sat, silently on a termite hilltrusting the high voltage linesto shield and hide him from God.Though sitting, God had seenthe footprints he had left behind.It must have been his very soulthat tasted the hot sand.As the Aborigines can tell youno part of any soulwill ever vanish.
fell down, its name was ominouswas it from a Miss Sourpuss?Or was the matter a mistakehe slept while she was wide awake?Her sunnies had the deepest tintbut he was sure he got the hint.Of all the creatures, blessed bethe one who holds the purple key.
Die Fuesse fangen an zu schwitzenwenn viele Zellen sich erhitzen.Doch drinnen in der dunklen Tonneschien weder tags noch nachts die Sonne.Durch kleine Fugen und auch Ritzensah man die Kakerlaken flitzen.Sie lebten alle in der Tonne,mit Weisheit wohl, doch ohne Sonne.
and maybe someone you can touch?Perhaps a buddy who would bein all dark alleys in your needwho’d fish you out of murky watersand bandage when you slowly bleedhe will protect your sons and daughtersand close the shutters on your housewhen rains come down to soil the drapesa friend will never bring a mouseor other things…
